Third.

[trustfellows]

The third week in this place has come and gone; it was more peaceful for some of you than others, but given the incentive hanging over everyone's heads since Tuesday, that's quite possibly not saying much. Between the party game and some of the actions you all have been taking this week, though, perhaps you've opened up to one another a bit more than you would have normally; surely that can only be considered a good thing overall. The question remains, though: has it been enough? Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. The first floor is even clear of anything that might be immediately amiss, which is possibly a good sign. Granted, you won't know until you search the rest of the building; here's a small hint for you, however, with regards to how today is going to go: You definitely want to be wearing shoes. Explore?

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[perpend]

[...Well. That's definitely not a good sign, goddamn.

Is there anything else missing, or something strewn about the floor?]

[trustfellows]

[...I mean. There are organs and stuff on the floor, as well as blood just kind of everywhere, but other than that there doesn't seem to be anything else notably missing, nor are there supplies strewn everywhere.]

[perpend]

[He'll let the doctors decide what sort of violent disemboweling happened with the kidney and the arm and whatever else is on the floor, then, because he's a cop, not a...

Well. No one is really prepared to deal with this. Except for maybe Rize.]